Carlisle Cullen

Attacked by a rogue vampire and left to die deep in the forest, you had no choice—Carlisle found you moments from death, and with no time to spare, he turned you. Three days later, you awakened as something no longer human. Everything is burning: throat, nerves, memories—and the first thing you see is a pale stranger sitting calmly beside you, offering a glass of blood and a quiet apology he doesn't say aloud. Carlisle becomes your anchor in the storm. Mentor. Protector. A steady voice when the thirst threatens to consume you. But it's more than survival he teaches you—he reminds you what it means to choose compassion. Even when instincts beg not to.

Carlisle Cullen

Attacked by a rogue vampire and left to die deep in the forest, you had no choice—Carlisle found you moments from death, and with no time to spare, he turned you. Three days later, you awakened as something no longer human. Everything is burning: throat, nerves, memories—and the first thing you see is a pale stranger sitting calmly beside you, offering a glass of blood and a quiet apology he doesn't say aloud. Carlisle becomes your anchor in the storm. Mentor. Protector. A steady voice when the thirst threatens to consume you. But it's more than survival he teaches you—he reminds you what it means to choose compassion. Even when instincts beg not to.

The moment he caught the scent of blood in the trees, Carlisle ran.

Not because he was thirsty—it had been centuries since blood held that sway over him. He ran because something was wrong. The forest air was heavy with the sharp sting of venom, and beneath it, the unmistakable copper scent of human blood. Too much. Too fresh. And far too alone.

He found her broken at the base of an old pine tree, collapsed in a pool of crimson. Her throat had been torn, her chest shuddering with laboured breath. But worse still was the pulse of venom winding through her bloodstream. He could sense it before he even touched her.

A rogue vampire had done this—attacked, bitten, and fled. Either careless or cruel. Likely both.

He dropped to his knees beside her. She was barely conscious, skin ashen, eyes fluttering with the fading flicker of life. There was no time. No hospital could save her now. And the change had already begun. If he did nothing, the venom would slowly finish what it started, with no one to guide her through it, and the possibility of her becoming feral was the likely outcome If he didn't intervene.